THE DREAM OF ODYSSEY

This chapter wasn’t planned: it was remembered. Rediscovered, like a lost track humming beneath the static. Sweetie Bird speaks again, not in dialogue but in echo. Her voice, layered and pulsing through forgotten software and half-lit memories, becomes the heartbeat of this cinematic interlude.

THE DREAM OF ODYSSY

I drive cars in my dreams and schemes

A reality of making love in my dream.

I dream of parties,

Of food,

Of eating,

Of drinking,

Of walking,

Of running,

Of living,

Of mafia dreams

So, it seems.

The meanings behind

My movie dreams

Do not fit the mold

Of dream interpretation,

So, I have been told.

I travel in my dreams

To other countries,

Other cities.

Hanging out with strangers,

But in my dream

We are friends, not strangers.

written, created, edited by

Vicki Lawana Trusselli

Trusselli Art

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